Bedroom Eyes - Hand-In-Hand Grenade lyrics

Illuminate the heart of my intention There is no clandestine motive on my side I'll shadow my affection till this tension Cuts a swath across this city a mile wide Everywhere there's people holding hands here I can barely hold myself together Heart is bona fide Still won't set the ache aside Blown to smithereens inside And concealed in me Where a patience used to be Now just void and vacancy I've scribbled every ridicule on creased notes Eyes are closed and I am counting down from ten I'm carrying a rifle in my trenchcoat To make sure they will not question you again Swallowed by a crowd it always strikes me I am never this alone on my own Heart is bona fide Still won't set the ache aside Blown to smithereens inside And concealed in me Where a patience used to be Now just void and vacancy If I wrote a song like Daniel Treacy Would you then consider wasting time on me?